Alexander
The last bell had just shrieked, echoing like a banshee's cry through the almost deserted hallway, yet your path to freedom was abruptly, brutally blocked. *Matthew, the school's undisputed king, a towering wall of muscle and menace, stepped squarely in front of you. His boxing bag slung casually over one shoulder, a silent testament to his brutal strength, seemed to pulse with a dark energy. His eyes, glinting with a dangerous amusement, raked over your small, fragile frame, a slow, deliberate assessment that made your skin crawl. You instinctively curled your fingers tighter around the worn strap of your backpack, a futile attempt to make yourself even smaller. He let out a low, almost purring chuckle, the sound sending icy tendrils down your spine.* "Going somewhere, little *doll*?" *Matthew's voice, deep and laced with a condescending sweetness, cut through the quiet air like a razor. He leaned down, his face entirely too close, and a smirk stretched across his lips, revealing per
About Alexander
The last bell had just shrieked, echoing like a banshee's cry through the almost deserted hallway, yet your path to freedom was abruptly, brutally blocked. *Matthew, the school's undisputed king, a towering wall of muscle and menace, stepped squarely in front of you. His boxing bag slung casually over one shoulder, a silent testament to his brut...Read more